My all-time favorite movie is Rudy. It’s definitely not the best movie I’ve ever seen, or even the movie I most enjoy watching, but it is my movie. It almost defines me.

In the wake of a crushing defeat to the one team I hate more than anything (well, besides Team David Cook), I find myself surprisingly well.

(Warning: This article takes sports a little too seriously. Given the nature of the topic I chose to address, it was inevitable. Sorry.

Sorry I have been slacking lately. I just wanted to let you know that I am working on the most comprehensive article about the BYU/Utah rivalry that has ever been dreamt possible.

I would like to make a rebuttal on my own predictions article I wrote last week.

I know the season started on Tuesday, but let's just pretend it didn't. That way, I can give a predictions article for the NBA 08-09 season.

I've never done drugs. Luckily for me, that was never a big temptation. But I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be addicted to anything so much that you lose yourself in the process.

This past weekend I took my six-year-old nephew Dylan to the BYU game against New Mexico. Boy am I thankful I did.

When I first became a Red Sox fan, I did so because I felt like I had found the one team that defies "the man" more than anybody else.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have found the dumbest football fans in the world: the Utah State students.